But yeah, I can see him from here...
An old man sits quietly,
like he’s in a Beatles song
or a sentimental painting
meant to capture the
magical wisdom
of aging.
And yet he knows that
there is no magical wisdom,
there’s simply more life
and a coming ending to even that.
A young, pretty woman
walks by.
Nice legs. Pretty, shiny hair.
Not a single thing wrong with her.
He smiles.
She ignores him.
And no music plays.
And the sun
does not break through
at precisely that moment
casting a glorious golden
hue down upon them.
And in the distance a dog barks.
And the old man stops smiling,
and the young woman is quickly
long gone.
This is far more often
the way life unfolds
and always has unfolded
than any other
bullshit I could
note right now.
In this moment I’m not that old man
but I have been a time or two.
And I’m dead sure
that I will be again, soon,
and that I will stay that way
until it’s over.
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